Forgot to polish shoes? From somewhere beneath her
massive desk,
Magically contrived, a bottle of Blanco,
Had saved me from missing
The first session class on many a Monday morning..
The typewriter would continue
It was because of her, that I secretly enrolled
In typewriting classes
While still at school..
Fees forgotten, sheepishly requesting,
Clearance for exams,
She would remain silent,
Not raising an alarm,
Sighing with relief the next day,
When I presented the money with a flourish..
Typing out the receipts with equal flourish!
As she advanced in age, her eyesight began to fade,
Her once sharp mind, began to forget things,
She left without a goodbye..
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